So, I’m not eating sugar. For a couple of reasons and if you really feel like knowing what they are you can read about it here.
BUT that’s not why I’m writing… sort of.
So, I’m not eating sugar, right? Well, about half an hour ago I was at the bank making bank deposits for my place of work. The bank ladies know I have a sweet tooth and said I should have one of their new lollipops. So I did. WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT. I don’t know if you know this or not but lollipops are kind of fill with, well, SUGAR.
I’m so stupid sometimes, guys. It took me half an hour to realize that I just ate sugar. And not just a little bit. No, it’s like a whole cup of boiled down into a syrup then molded into hard candy sugar. So a lot of it.
I’m, like, so smart, guys. You don’t even understand just how smart I am (NOT).
Better luck next time?
Hi Friday afternoon.
I’m just checking in while I take a break and eat my lunch:
Since I didn’t have breakfast, I decided I would eat breakfast for lunch. Makes sense, right?
Eggs with sharp cheddar cheese, broccoli, oregano, and sea salt, accompanied by homemade toast.
It’s rather delicious. . .
I’ve been in an Amos Lee rut. I listen to him all. the. time. But just right now.
I’ll probably be listening to someone else very soon… for a long time too.
Anyway. It sounds like the laundry is done which means it’s time for me to make some beds.
So I hope your Friday has been more than lovely, or as I like to say, ‘peachy’.
Today’s post is brought to you by iPhone photos! YAY technology!
Oh, BTW, I got a phone. Which means I grew up. Weird, right? I know.
C and I dressed up for Valentine’s Day in the typical colors. She borrowed my sweater and I borrowed hers. Sisters.
I’m a scary Auntie. It’s OK. They love me for it.
Cutest.kid.ever. This is her “uh oh” face. Look at those chubby hands! She’s so cute. This really has nothing to do with my life but she’s in it and she’s a lot cuter than I’ll ever be and I figure pictures like this one will make up for the fact that I make some terrifying faces.
Speaking of terrifying faces, the following photo needs a large amount of explaining.
- (it was taken the night that we dressed up.
- taking off make-up is NEVER pretty.
- this photo was taken mostly to send to J, to which she responded “oh no! The apocalypse got L!”
I had splashed water on my face, looked in the mirror and pretty much yelled at C, “Come quick! I look like a zombie that just ate somebody!” So what do we do? I have C take a photo of the most disturbing face I may ever make. It’s worse than my double chins. *
And let’s move on.
(can you tell I hardly have any pride whatsoever? Or dignity? Yeah…)
My life is filled with good preaching. Amen and hallelujah.
Somedays, I really like my outfit so I take photos of it to remember it. Cause otherwise I’ll never remember. Also, I hardly ever wear the same thing twice. So it’s good to keep track of what I have and haven’t worn.
This, dear people, is the kind of music I listen to. OH YES.
The cutest.kid.ever was over again last night. And she was in a smiley happy mood so we took some photos (some silly, some decently normal). Isn’t she cute?
So, guys, that’s pretty much my life. Doing very strange things like taking pictures of half-on make-up, listening to music that was made a decade before I was born, and squishing children’s cheeks. Oh yes. You can be jealous of my ENTERTAINING BEYOND ALL BELIEF life. Jealous, folks, is sometimes not a bad thing. But don’t quote me on that.
*See the second photo with three of my nieces and nephews. DOUBLE CHIN ALERT.
Saturday night we partied – but in a different way.
Dressed as 1930s girls we walked into the mafia-filled room, adorned with costume and makeup and with names that were far from our own.
Meet Nina (*say it with your nose plugged - now you know what it sounds like when L says it*):
Here’s Nina with Virginia Hill:
Why “Virginia Hill”? I didn’t feel like creating a whole entire name, so I stole this one from a site that had her under “Women of The Mob, Notorious Gangster Girlfriends“.
I’m not joking.
They called her “The Flamingo”. But I just introduced myself as Virginia.
Here we be with our mums:
And during this epic event, Sister #1 played the role of an undercover ‘agent-type-person’ disguised as “Fifi”.
Unfortunately for her she traveled by herself, so when her life was threatened by the Godfathers elder brother, Paulie (a.k.a. BIL #2), no backup came to the rescue.
Yes, she died. Along with many others.
Thankgoodness they used toy guns.
Happy birthday, J!
We love you! So happy to have you for a Seafoam Sister!
P.S. Have fun on your GOLDEN BIRTHDAY, old lady!
Dear you, whoever you are,
I am taking my first sick day. Legit sick day. Like, I really will only be upstairs in my bed sleeping, reading a book (FINALLY), watching an episode of this and an episode of that, drinking more water than I want to believe is humanly possible, using up half the vitamin C and a whole box of tissues.
You see, I don’t get really sick very often. I get little coughs here and there, but nothing worth any trouble. Any time I get that feeling of “oh, this could be bad if I don’t do anything about it”, I immediately start taking all the herbal remedies and drinking tons of water and usually that feeling is gone within 24 hours. This time, though, it’s here to stay.
So, I’m taking a sick day. I would like to say I’m not going to be working at all but it’s 9:27 and I’ve already sent out a couple of emails regarding work things. So, maybe I did become a workaholic over the past few months. I like to call it getting the job done, but you can call it whatever you’d like.
Anyway, here I am, finally letting you know I’m alive and only just telling you that I’m sick. Aren’t I a nice friend?
I thought so.
I’m stealing an idea. From her. She goes on coffee dates with her blog readers. And today, I’d like to go on one with you.
Since this is our first coffee date, you’ll find out that I love vanilla lattes. If it were our 2nd or 3rd date you would find out that I get stuck in ruts all the time. Because if I were late for our 3rd or even 4th date, you would be able to order for me.
Medium vanilla latte please.
But this is our first date, so let’s not push my buttons too much. K???
After we order coffees (or whatever you’d like to drink plus my latte) I’ll probably end up back in the order line, eying all of the desserts. [I love my snacks -- speaking of snacks, these chocolate animal crackers that I'm munching on are so addicting]
I’ll sit back down and most likely sigh. Then I’ll ask how you’re doing. If your response is long I’ll listen with open ears, never interrupt, but add a few words here and there just to let you know that I really am paying attention.
When you’re done it will be my turn. And beware, I’m not good at this talking about me face-to-face thing. But I’ll try –
Every time I vacuum I get frustrated. Frustrated because after vacuuming only two rooms my right hand is cramping up so bad that holding the vacuum gets tough, you know? Whenever I have my own home I’ll have to [depending on the size] make a schedule of rooms I vacuum everyday just so that I don’t overdue myself. Ugh. Annoying…
I found this dress the other day that I absolutely love! AND it looks long. Easter outfit dreaming much? Yuppers. But props to ShopRuche for finally selling a dress that isn’t barely covering
someones my legs. Major. Score.
Do you ever create so many ridiculous hashtags during the day that it’s almost lame? Or while you’re even doing some household chore a hashtag pops into your head because it fits what you’re doing so well? OH, you don’t? Hahaha — well I do. I thought about the “#thatawkwardmoment ” one this morning while taking a shower, but the “#thatawkwardmoment” hashtag fits for any type of event that is linked to the bathroom. Details.
He is so faithful — God, that is. So understanding. So merciful. So forgiving…For me though? That’s the part that gets me. Every day I’m stumped by that. But that’s good. Because when I get stumped by that I realize how much more I’m in need of Him. He chose to love me and you, and everyone everywhere. And I’ll gladly surrender myself. Because I’d rather be in a giant ocean of His love with waves crashing everywhere than feel one single rain drop of sin on my skin…Do you ever feel like that?
My nephews and nieces were over at my house yesterday and they played dress-up. Here’s a few of them [my niece didn't know what to dress up as so I told her to grab a pot and pretend she's in Tangled... that works, right?]
Ohmygoodness! I love this song! Do you hear it? It’s Ray
Lamontagne “I just butchered his last name!” — I never say his name right, but that’s why we have Google (*insert my singing along, and not just vocal parts; I sing it all…guitar, bass, trumpets, & drums).
Such a good song. So groovy — yes, I just said that.
Ope — look at the time! I’ve gotta run. But thanks for the coffee date. I liked it tons.
Meet again some other time on another beautiful day?
See you, friend.
I’m not a fan of football really. Or of rooms with a lot of people in them. Or of a lot of noise.
S0 I sit a room away with a few others who are having quiet conversation and write this post. It’s going to be about basically nothing. Sorry… kinda… not..
We traveled this weekend. Two days in a giant vehicle pulling a giant trailer with all of our gear in it. Of course Oscar (the hiking pack) came along. He goes everywhere I go. Two nights of music playing and gospel sharing. Both of which I enjoy.
This is all of us on the road. (plus one little boy hiding in the back with some crayons)
As you may know I’ve acquired a new… addiction?
And today I tried something new – Orange Coke. My life with will never be the same.
I gave a friend a hair cut (Sister #3 – I didn’t say that and you didn’t see a thing ;] ).
We discovered a place downtown that delivers cookie as far as 3 miles as late as 3 am. we live 3.1 miles away. they still deliver.
One last note – I’d like to thank Madonna for not ruining the half time show (the only part of the super bowl I watch).
I haven’t been very creative with my outfits recently. And I mean it.
Yesterday I wore my fat sweatpants with a random pull-over sweater, accompanied by ghetto earrings and some sneakers. Winner? Yes indeed.
Today isn’t much better. I put together black leggings, a relaxed but vibrantly colored sloppy shirt with a fleece zip-up sweatshirt that isn’t even mine… and don’t forget the socks that are pulled up over my leggings just so my feet stay warm. [Classy wouldn't exactly be the word.]
Sometimes I find myself looking at real-estate. Why? Because I like pretending that I have all the money in the world and therefore can afford any house I want. And sometimes, I don’t just look at houses — castles are always an option and so are French chateau’s. Because hello? Ever think outside the box?!
The previous picture was when I was looking in France, but right now? It’s Savannah, GA.
I was shoppin’ around last evening in Savannah… my recent obsession with this city is because a favorite music artist is playing there in April – so all of the sudden, Savannah, GA just got really cool.
Anywho… I found a spot. Wanna see???
You’ll pull up to this:
That’s what I’M talkin’ about!
You can relax in here (don’t worry, there’s a den for “real” lounging):
And we can cook in here:
There are multiple bedrooms to choose from so you can take your pick when you visit… And yes, there are things I would change, but there’s only so many perfect things you can get with half a million… right???
Okay. That was fun dreaming.
Now where should I look???